Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 12

Chapter 12

After breakfast, Liam took a black suit jacket from the coat rack and held it open. Kenneth stood, spreading his arms as he slipped into it, adjusting the collar and cuffs with his usual crisp precision. The old housekeeper, Lisa Palmer, reached for the matching tie, ready to help him with it.

But Kenneth's eyes shifted to Ophelia. "You do it

Ophelia blinked, startled. "Me? I don't know how

And she really didn't. Growing up in the slums, no one ever taught her how to tie a tie.

Til teach you once, Kenneth said, placing the tie in her hands. He gently took her soft, petite hands in his, guiding them as he lowered his head so she could reach. The tie looped around his neck, and together they fumbled through the motions.

With the height difference between them, Ophelia had to crane her neck to look up at him. She was so focused, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration, that Kenneth's thoughts started drifting, Watching her like this, he felt an overwhelming urge to take her on the spot. He figured if he didn't pull himself together and stop staring, he wouldn't make it out of the house today,

Once it was finished. Kenneth's expression slipped back into his usual cold, detached mask. He settled into his wheelchair, ready to leave. But just as he was about to roll away, Ophelia called out. "Wait,"

She dashed upstairs in a flurry of excitement, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Moments later, she returned, dressed in a fresh outfit that mirrored her determination.

She recalled Kenneth's words from the night before that every outfit should be shown to him first.

Clad in a light brown polo shirt paired with a short skirt, her long hair elegantly pinned up with a pearl clip, she exuded a cool, composed confidence that belied her twenty years. There was an air of sophistication about her that was decidedly unchildlike, more akin to a seasoned professional.

Tm going out in this today," she said with a smile. I thought I'd show you first."

Kenneth's ga

gaze faltered, his heart skipping a beat. He watched her with an intensity that deepened with every second. "She remembered what I said. She actually cares.

like the ones before, full of raw possession. This

the shift in him, and she

forehead resting against hers. His voice was low and husky as he teased. "Little one, are you trying to seduce

seducing

his thumb across her soft lips, the heat in his eyes slowly ebbing away Then, as if

fell from the intensity of the moment,

have a call" she said with a warm smile as she handed the phone over. The screen showed an unfamiliar number, but Ophelia recognized

have you lost your mind? How dare you lay a hand on Emily at the gala? You need

like the phone itself was vibrating from the

an eyebrow, her thoughts racing. I laid a hand on Emily? Since when? Could it be

Chipset th

tossed into that

night, she'd hada sneaking suspicion about the whole thing. And now, this call seemed to confirm it. Smiling to herself, Ophelia replied sweetly. "Sure, I be right over" "Let's see how

Villa, Emily saw the video leak first thing in the

the media the night before, some small outlets still managed to release footage from the event. As the news spread, Heather alternated between comforting Emily and cursing Ophelia

stake, I never should've brought her back into the family. She's only ever brought shame to us, the caring daughter I raised myself This whole situation can be dealt with pretty easily, Harry suggested, leaning back casually. "The video doesn't show any faces, so if Sungate Entertainment issues a statement denying the rumors and pins the blame on some scapegoat, it'll all blow over soon enough." Ophelia had just walked into the room in time to catch Harry's last words. 'A scapegoat?" she thought, instantly piecing things

the finest beans-splattering across the floor. Some of the shards grazed her ankle, and bright red blood trickled down her slender leg Heather glared at her, her eyes burning with hatred. "I didn't

back like

get so worked up, Emily chimed in, her voice pitiful and her eyes wide,

then pointed at Ophelia, her tone sharp and commanding "You. Clear Emily's name right now. Tell everyone

that Owen wasn't present. If Owen isn't here, then this whole trip would be a waste of time, she thought, already considering

The company's stock could plummet. Dad's on a business trip. You need to take responsibility before Dad finds out

eyebrow, her expression incredulous. "Have you all forgotten, or are your memories just that short? I've already cut ties with your family. Why on

Harry started, but couldn't finish, clearly rattled by her

to Emily, who stood there looking so innocent and helpless. Without warning,

herself. 'Go ahead, hit me, she thought. 'It'll just